Happy Birthday Ethan! This morning I set my alarm for 5 am so that I could wake up and make cinnamon rolls for Ethan for breakfast. My alarm went off. I was dreaming and totally heard it but incorporated it into my dream. Paul had to wake me up to shut it off. I usually don’t sleep that hard. I made the cinnamon rolls and put a dollop of frosting on them. I served them to Ethan and teased him that I made him “boobs” for breakfast. Ethan is so modest, that he does not find my humor that funny. He is far more mature than I am. He is a tough audience to make laugh. Occasionally I pull it off and it is a sweet reward! Ethan made a passing comment. “Remember last year at this time we sat in urgent care all night”. He said. Last year we did in fact sit at urgent care for about 4 hours. Ethan had a nasty pneumonia and needed x-rays and a couple antibiotics as well as a steroid. “Yay! No Urgent Care on your Birthday….1 year in a row.” We both laughed. It gets so ridiculous that all ...
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